MondoMudbutt

Day 3: Mother wreaks havoc on clogged toilet and only makes it worse.

Day 2: Mother performs a canine colonoscopy on the kitchen table. We need your prayers.

Day 1: Mother scatters toenail clippings and dingleberries throughout the apartment.

A juicy life he pursued. A juicy life he lived. From countless Playgirl’s he perused. His member was the only thing he did.

Signal the guy. Tickle the fry. It shits only potato and myrrh.

He do me. He do you. He’s got that kinda lovin’. For a brother always knows where the G spot is.

New look, but with the same great taste. Come try our three-pound, yam candy cheese-stuffed wolf womps, available for a limited time, only at Golden Corral. When you’re here, you’re family.

Yodel your way into my heart and my heart will open for you. Yodel your way into my heart and my holes will open, too.

I never knew the weather blew but my sock is stiff as a board. There’s cream galore and a smorgasbord smothered in a cheesy gumshoe.

My godfather was almost my grandmother but my mother’s brother was my son’s uncle.

I never meant to be so cold to you, but I just figured since we were standing next to your frozen grandfather, it was only right.

I dressed the child in ham hock beef stock and ruffled his southern feathers.

No, Dad, I did not take your stiff sock out of the laundry.

My ass is bouncing like Beneful Flubber, and this grass is making my genitals shudder.

Walk it like I talk it, but by walk I mean roll and by talk I mean scream and by it I mean shit and by shit I mean dookie, so roll up a doobie, Cheech.

I quit my job, lost all my hair, got kicked out of my house, but I still feel rich. How? My loaded yank bank, baby!

Murder Gerald’s iguana. Check. Apologize to Gerald. Check. Overfeed Gerald’s goldfish. Check. Murder Gerald. T-minus one hour.

Board the train or forever hold your beets, and you know damn well what that means – Stained palms, of course!

If the member is protruding, caress the nipple of the elk. Rub the butter on the rim, I guarantee that it will melt.

If loving you is wrong, I don’t want to be right, but I do want a divorce.

I may just have to spank your child if he keeps giving my hamster those damn sexy eyes. My hamster is easily coaxed into sex.

Know your onions. Eat your Funyons. Cover the soup with grandpa’s blackened bunyons.

I’d give an arm and a leg for a chance to charbroil my own arm and leg.

We clip our nails and the chips we love, but don’t you dare clip the skin off my penis.

I got a parking ticket today and the reason is pretty wild. I ran over a grandma and she was pregnant with my child.